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6 YEARS EARLIER

Jesus!

FERTILE DAY

This little kitten gets me so horny.

6 YEARS LATER

Hi.

Oh, hang on, hang on.

Do you like it that way, baby?

Yeah, I love it, honey, it's so sexy!

Did you not take out your night guard?

What of it? I can get you pregnant with it too.

-Jesus... -Relax!

Hello?

What?

No, no. Okay, it's fine.

I'll take Paula to school and deal with it, okay?

Okay, thanks.

Thanks, love you. Ciao.

What's up?

Genaro died!

Jesus!

Seems he's just there in the garden...

his body.

Poor guy, huh?

Jesus.

But I didn't come, Cris. Now what?

I'll wake up the girls.

PERFECT LIFE

WHEN NOTHING IS WHAT IT SEEMS...

-What are you doing? -Nothing, I feel bloated.

How are you doing?

You spent all night going to the fridge, then vomiting.

Are you making yourself vomit?

As if!

Why do you use loo paper for a sanitary towel?

Don't change the subject.

Do you have an eating disorder?

Of course I don't, Esther!

I'm fine. You're such a drama queen.

I'm fine. And you should use a mooncup.

And I don't vomit!

-Sorry about the delay. -That's okay.

Let's take a look at those molars. Open wide...

A bit more.

That's it...

What the...

María!

I'm so sorry, Antonio!

Of course.

If there's no life on the Moon,

we can send all of Earth's rubbish there and clean the planet.

-But we'll ruin the lunar landscape. -There's no one there to see it.

Excuse me.

When are you going to remove the body?

It's like we told you, we can't remove it,

the police have to come.

-I have to go to work. -You're head of the residents' association.

I didn't run for it. You take turns at it.

-It's my turn next year. -Prepare yourself.

I'm in the middle of something, Mery.

-What's up? -Genaro died.

Who's Genaro?

The caretaker, the poor guy had a heart attack.

Why are you calling?

A colleague of mine is looking for a gardener.

Could you give me the details of the guy who works at your place?

Which guy? There are loads.

He was at Paula's party.

Oh, Gari!

-That's the one. -He's a great lad.

When they appointed me here,

I insisted on hiring people like him.

-How do you mean? -Sweetie, I've got to go.

I'll send you the address now. Love you.

All right, love you. Ciao.

-Will this take long? -No.

Let's go for it.

-Cris. -Sorry, Carlos. Genaro died.

-Who's Genaro? -My caretaker.

-Your caretaker? -It's awful...

Hi there.

-Good afternoon. -How are you?

A friend gave me your details,

it's about hiring a gardener.

Would that be for a regular or one-off service?

Well, it's for some bushes that I have, they're... a real mess.

So it's a one-off service.

Yes, yes.

She recommended a young guy who works here.

-Yes? -He's called Gari.

Gari isn't available, he's not here this week.

But we do have other gardeners if you're interested.

The thing is, my friend really liked Gari.

Well, I don't mean she fancies him.

She likes how he tends to her garden.

I'll check the diary for you

-and tell you when he's free. -Perfect.

SPECIAL EMPLOYMENT CENTRE

Excuse me, what's a special employment centre?

A centre where different people with disabilities work.

Learning disabilities, functional or hearing disabilities...

Anna!

-Yeah, what? -Terranova are here!

Can you come, please?

-Yeah, I'll be there in a second. -Okay.

I'll see to them.

-Can you wait five minutes? -Yes.

-Do you all have disabilities? -Yes, all of us.

So...

-Gari... -Yes, we all have disabilities.

All of us who work here have disabilities.

If you could just wait a second, I'll see to them and be right back.

I don't care about social networks!

It's a great tool for your work.

You become a slave to the "likes", think about it.

No, really, you depend on what the public thinks of you.

Artists engage with their public through what they see.

You need to use social media.

You publish your photos, people see you now and again.

And so it's a brilliant way

to stand the test of time and be remembered when you die.

But anyway, that's just my opinion.

Well, err...

This is me. Yeah.

This is me...

Well, I'd invite you up, but María is there.

-Who's María? -My sister.

Oh, okay.

She's going through a rough patch and I'd like to be with her.

Oh, sure.

She's bulimic.

Shit. That sucks.

A schoolfriend of mine had a terrible time.

I think it's the pressure to look pretty.

-We're totally forced to... -Okay.

-Thanks for the meal. It was delicious. -Sure thing.

It got great ratings on the Internet.

-We'll be in touch. -Okay.

-Bye. -Bye.

What are you doing? It's eleven at night!

It's legal to do home repairs until twelve.

Will you quit that?

-Will you quit that? -No.

You need a shelf. All your books are on the floor.

So what? I love them on the floor!

-It's vintage style. -No.

Vintage style means old furniture, not no furniture.

Mery. Listen to me.

I know you crawl into your shell when you're having a bad time,

but you can't go on this way.

If you have bullimia, you have to tell me.

I don't have bullimia.

I'm pregnant.

You're what?

-Is it Gustavo's? -No, someone else.

-Marc. -What Marc?

-Your ex. -Come off it! That was ages ago.

It was a one-night stand.

-You screwed a guy without a condom! -Yes.

What? I'm the only person in Spain who screwed without one.

The rest of humanity is perfect.

I didn't mean that.

You know the shit you could catch?

If you get HPV your fanny is a no-go zone for life!

I got tested the next day and I'm fine.

You're to blame: you drugged me.

Did it happen at Paula's birthday party?

Who did you hook up with?

-Who was it? -I'm not telling you.

-Tell me who! -I don't want to!

Tell me who got you pregnant!

-No way. -Tell me!

A retard.

Hey, come here. Come on.

You don't get it.

It's all right.

Like I've never got off with retards.

A bunch of them.

He's disabled.

A paralysed guy?

No, up here.

Mentally disabled.

-A retarded guy? -Don't say that!

You say "special needs".

Do you really mean it?

What do you think?

But why? Was it out of morbid curiosity...?

Morbid curiosity? No.

Remember Forrest Gump? Sometimes you could tell, sometimes you couldn't?

Well this guy is the same.

But it was totally obvious all the time in the film.

You couldn't tell he was all the time!

-Hi, love. -Hi, darling.

How are you? I'm exhausted.

How was work?

Great.

We got a really important client...

So that was good.

Brilliant.

How about you, love?

Love...

It all depends whether the father's disability is genetic

or due to external factors.

What external factors?

Medication that was wrongly prescribed during pregnancy,

an accident, a difficult birth...

In all these cases, the person's DNA should remain intact.

And the alteration is not passed on to the baby.

Do you know if the disability...

is genetic or due to an accident?

No.

I don't know anything.

Well in this case...

you have two options:

do this test...

or ask the father.

The plaintiff's documents

include evidence that he has 100,000 euros in Panama.

We could request a letters rogatory so they give us information.

As it's Panama, it'll be tough.

There needs to be solid proof that this may be commission of a crime.

But you just said your client had evidence.

Just a second. This is urgent.

-Sorry. -Okay.

Pablo.

My mom sprained something, she can't pick up the girls.

Can you do it?

What about your parents...?

Right. Okay.

No, no. I'll sort it out.

Call you right back.

Hey, what's up? We were just...

We decided to take a break.

-A cigarette break. -Oh.

-You don't smoke anymore? -No.

-Is everything okay? -Yes. Absolutely fine.

I may have to leave the meeting a bit earlier.

Okay. Listen, I know it's not my business, but...

why don't you think about reducing your working day?

You'd have more time to be with the kids.

María José asked for it and she's over the moon.

No, thank you so much.

But I've got it all under control.

This is a one-off thing.

-Sure? -Yes.

Hey, back here in 15 minutes.

Two days ago I was getting married...

and now I don't know what kind of disability my baby's father has.

And I don't know if I can go up to someone and say:

"Excuse me, what type of disability do you have?

It's important, because I'm having your kid...".

Or maybe I should do that.

What do you think?

-Esther, are you listening to me? -No.

-Listen to me. -Sorry.

I'm looking at this shitty social media thing.

Should I open an Instagram account?

Of course you should!

Should have done it four years ago.

Otherwise, people don't know you're a painter or what you do.

Maybe Gari is on social media!

-Shall I look for him? -Yeah.

Can I have it?

Cris.

-What's up? -Mery...

Could you pick up the girls?

Sure.

-I have to go to the funeral home. -Why? What happened?

Jesus, Mery. Because Genaro died.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Hey, did you speak to Gari? Poor thing was really upset.

Of course, he'll be at the funeral home.

-Funeral home? -Cris's caretaker died.

Okay, I'll pick them up and take them there.

All right, love you. Ciao.

Got plans this afternoon?

No way!

-Come on. -No, dead people creep me out!

And you know what happens afterwards.

I dream I die and no one goes to my funeral.

I'm not going! Wouldn't be seen dead there!

If you were on social media people would know you died.

I promise I'll go to your funeral!

You plan to tell him you're pregnant here?

No, I'll ask him about his disability.

What do I do?

Look after the kids, give your condolences.

I don't know how to. I'll give them the chocolates and I'm off.

It gives me the willies.

Looks like an airport departure board.

Where do dead people go?

Nowhere.

Depends on their faith.

-Do you know Gari, your gardener? -Sure.

Listen, you go and look for him really quickly, okay?

-If you find him, you get a prize. -Okay!

Off you go! Look for him, fetch!

You know a little girl and a dog aren't the same thing?

Paula, Paula!

Sandra?

Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you.

Come over here. You're no bother.

I'm so glad you came. I thought nobody would turn up.

Why wouldn't I come?

Here, I brought you some...

chocolates.

Thanks.

Hi, Cris. We're on a sort of terrace

at the back of the funeral home, there are some bushes...

I'm here with Paula and Martina.

And Martina pooed herself!

We're on a sort of terrace at the back of the funeral home,

there are some bushes. I'm here with Paula and Martina.

And Martina pooed herself!

Jesus! For fuck's sake!

Need a light?

Yes, thanks.

There you go.

-Thanks. -Keep it.

I mean it. I always lose them.

I like to think they help others get a light.

Giving a light to the needy.

Sorry.

So sorry.

I'm having a bit of a full-on day.

We are at a funeral home after all.

That's quite normal.

Was it someone close to you?

A friend's granddad.

-How about you? -Our residential area's caretaker.

Very posh! You have a caretaker.

Well, not anymore.

Because he's dead.

That's another typical thing.

Laughing at funerals.

Basic emotions.

Exactly.

-I have to go. -Me too.

Listen...

Is it weird if I give you my number?

You can do.

Thing is, I don't think I'll be calling you.

I won't even be texting you.

It's fine if you'd rather I didn't.

We say goodbye here: each to his own and God watching over everyone.

I don't believe in God, either.

Six what?

Yeuch, disgusting.

My sister is disgusting?

Huh? No. Poo is disgusting.

Gari!

-There's Gari! -What?

Gari, Gari! Come here, come here!

No.

We were looking for you.

-Hi. -Hi.

How are you?

Sorry, I don't remember your name.

-María. -Oh, right. María.

-I'm Gari. -Give me some wet wipes.

I don't know if you remember...

Yes, I do remember.

Oh, okay.

-Glad to see you, Gari. -Same here, María. Yeah.

That's... poo you've got there.

-Yes, it is. -Martina's.

Want me to hold her? So you can clean it off?

-Can you? -Yeah, sure I can.

I'll pick her up.

Hiya.

-Hiya, Martina! -Pass me the wet wipes.

Come to Gari!

-How are you? Hiya! -How many?

-Two. -You did a big poo, didn't you?

Look at the poo you did.

Here are a few. For your trousers, too.

Huh?

Know what, Martina?

You're going to be a really clever little girl.

Look, you have some poo as well.

Before going on, I'd like to say

that Genaro was really fond of plumed cock's comb,

which is a plant that blooms from spring to autumn.

He didn't like roses at all, though.

I'm sorry for the person who placed them here, but

I think...

that you should take them off the coffin. Thank you.

Five years ago...

I started working as a gardener.

I was really scared to begin with,

but I was fortunate enough...

to work with Genaro.

Genaro...

taught me a lot of things.

An awful lot.

In the beginning...

I was afraid I wouldn't measure up to it.

I don't mean my height.

I mean not doing things properly.

It was all so new to me and...

I felt lost.

Genaro always helped me in everything.

I remember that we used to play dominoes when we had time off.

And Genaro...

never let me win.

Genaro never treated me differently because of the way I am.

Never.

Gari.

-Hi. -Hi.

-That was a great speech. -Thanks.

You're welcome.

Are you following me?

No. It looks that way, right?

-No. -Listen, María, if...

If you're here about the other day,

I'm sorry.

What I mean is that, that...

It shouldn't have happened.

Especially not during my working hours, you know?

I'm pregnant.

Congratulations.

It's yours.